“Be neighborly.”
Genghis Khan* #quote
Tomorrow is my costuming club. We may be discussing the convention
that the club works on. It's a big project, but since the first one
managed well the university became quite interested and is showing
support and it is getting attention. (Many things are about that
first hurdle). I wasn't there for the first one, but I'll try to help
with this one.
Never Mock A Comedian Wizard
Never, ever make fun of a comedian performing. No matter how bad
their act is. They could be a wizard after all. I made that mistake
and after the show he said “Oh, you think I'm not funny? Well I
will curse you to live through a thousand silly curses! Let's see how
funny you find those...” He used some sort of magic to poof my
drivers license out of my pocket then read it. “Steve!”
The thousand curses didn't hit my all at once. Sometimes in a day I
would only experience one, sometimes two, sometimes ten. The number
varied and the strangeness varied even more. I usually found out what
a curse was early in the day and spent the rest of the day making
sure it didn't ruin my life.
The whoopie cushion curse made me let out a most horrific,
thunderous, intestinal noise whenever I sat down. The chipmunk curse
turned my voice to a silly, high-pitched, tone that normally only
came from fast forwarding a dying video tape. The Broadway curse did
something even worse to my voice. It forced me to speak in song.
I'm not sure naming these curses did me any good. I felt like it did
when so many hit me at once. When the sky rains cats and dogs while
my car gets painted into the most terrible polka dot colors(along
with everything else I own for the day, the colors mysteriously
vanish the next day), I feel like I need to organize the phenomenon
in happening around me. People named diseases. So I name my curses.
The curse of the Rubber Chicken Arm is one of the most self
explanatory.
It takes about two and a half years for all one thousand curses to
pass since more than one happened in some days. When a day passed
without a curse I thought I was dreaming. I cheered the next day.
A year later I ran across the wizard comedian by chance in a
restaurant, I felt a sudden jolt of fear.
He said to me, “I watched the tapes of my old performance. I'm
sorry for cursing you, I wasn't that funny. I'll prove to you that
I'm funny now though.”
He didn't improve at all. But I managed to force convincing enough
laughter. He walked away smiling and I safe. Though he slipped on a
banana peel a moment afterward. I saw a man in a table at the
restaurant tuck away a wand. Seemed a bystander wizard watching
noticed the situation and decided to get revenge for me, I recognized
the banana peel curse immediately. After I left the restaurant and
out of earshot of both wizards I laughed.
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